The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1887-12-01
THE DEATH or BllUCHER.

After the events through which the
map OF Europe was completely al
tered in 1915 the Prussian Field Mar
shal Blucher, the savior Of wellington
at Waterloo, and whom nobody liked
because Of his rudeness and brutality,
was put on the retired list. Dishenrt-.
ened by his removal and reduced to
inaction and ebscurlty. he left Berlin
and went IL reside in his castle stu
ated in Pomerania. Soon he fell Into
v deep melancholy, rendered more in.
tense by dropsy and Inflammation OF
the chest A strange change In his
character took place. That rough SOL
dier became tlmid, even poltroon. He
would not remain alone in the dark
moss; solitude threw him into singular
anguishes. His state or health was .re-
ported to the king, who. esteemed and
loved him great DEAL The monarch
having heard that at several times the
marshal had expressed the wish Of
;seQing him onco more before lie died,
resolved to visit him.
Leaving Berlin in the moraing, the
king Of Prussia arrived In Krichlowitz
early in the evening. Immediately he
was conducted to Blucher's room. The
sick man, aged IA years. was reclining
on a sofa placed before a large chim-
ney, in which enormous logs of wo.d
were burning. Their flames illumi-
mated the room and cast mobile and
red reflections. on the features Of the
old man wrapped up in bearskin. At
the entrance Of his sovereign in his
apartment, Blucher tried to rise out OF
respect for his august Visitor, who pre-
vented him from doing so. The king
took chair and sat by the side Of the
marshal.
Blucher ordered to be left alone
with his master. When everyone had
left the room he said:
'Sire, I have humbly requested your
majesty to come here, in this castle OF
Krieblowitz; rather than not SEQ you |
would have gone to Berlin myself, al
though 1 am dying. + have a secret to
confde TO your majesty, q terrible one.
VIII my king allow mo to speakpn
Certainly, my dear marshal. y
"Before listening to my narrative,
sire. look at me we'll, Assure yourself
that am in the full possession of my
senses and that J. am not lunatic.
Sometimes believe to be on the verge
Of insanity; and doubt If I am not
taking yesterdays visions for a re-
membrance Of days gone by. But nop'
added he, drawing gold bracelet from
his pocket, ''ho, all Is true, all is real,
and am sure Of what I am saying
"Listen to me, your majesty"
when, in 175G, the Seven Years
War began my father, who inhabited
his castle Of Gross Renzow, sent me to
the manor of our relatives, situated In
RuRcn Island. After q while the Rus
sian government offered me the grade OF
cornet In the Black Hussars regiment.
accepted Of fnrlough to afford me
the opportunity Of paying a vlsitto my
family, that had not seen for months
a leave Of absence was granted to me.
son my way to Gross Renzow ]
found all that part Of the Mecklenburp
horribly devastated. Arriving about
four miles from home I became aware
that my carriage could not ascend the
new sleepy road conducting to the
. house Of my ancestors. l abandoned
1t, and pursued my journey on horse
back, followed by one Of my servants
ut was fifty-nine years ago this very
day, the 18th Of August, and at the
hour indicated now by the antique
clock -half-past eleven. a, dreadful
tempest shook the trees, tho flashes Of
lightning blinded mo and the reports
of thunder deafened me, the rain was
j pouring, After galloping quite while
IN the forest I arrived before the castle
alone; my servant had lost his way
through the inclemency of the weather
Without dismounting I Knocked al
the door with my whip. Nobody an
swered my call that / repeated three
times without beng answered. Out o
patience. I alighted from my horse, as
ccnded the stoop and entered til,
! castle, No light, no noise anywhere
avow that my heart went to ml